The author seems to be improving as murders now feature in the plots but aren't the main source of drama. The sleuthing and clues are.My gripes: Please don't tell me that I'm going to have to hear about Kelly and Steve having sex every few pages in every book? 2. I'm really tired of the sexist ch...
This book really really rubbed my the wrong way.I believe Sefton when she said she wanted to tackle this topic with care (one of the characters gets "attacked" which is code for raped which is kind of danced around in the book) but I didn't like how it was presented in this book.Also, I started t...
This "episode" in Kelly's life is 2 books past the previous book that I read. Timeline wise it has been 18 months or so since her car accident in Dyer Consequences. The biggest change is that the relationship between Kelly and Steve had just begun to go to "next level" and in this book has hit a ...
Another installment with the whole gang checking in for Megan and Marty's wedding. Of course, there's a murder, investigating, knitting, lots of coffee. Everything readers of this series have come to expect.A couple things bothered me in this one. Kelly is constantly using her cell while driving....
Horrible! For some reason, I didn't listen to my gut and lost 4 hours I'll never get back. Too many characters. Too much BS filler. Terrible plot line. How in the world can this woman write so many books and get them published? I would have put money on an 8th grader writing this mystery - if you...
Where do I even begin ? This is a series I love to hate. First of all if you took out the fire reports and Kelly sitting around drinking coffee and eating pesto pizza, the actual murder plot in the book would only have been about five pages. I tried to keep myself entertained by counting how man...
A Killer Stitch is #4 in Maggie Sefton’s Knitting Series. It’s almost Christmas and Kelly is settling into her new home in Fort Connor, Colorado. Money is coming in from her Wyoming ranch and her accounting consulting work is keeping her busy, but a pall hangs over the festive spirit at the House...
Kelly asked over the phone as she settled into a café booth at the all-night diner. Jayleen chuckled. “Not too bad, considering. His jacket was a little rumpled but his shirt and slacks were clean, so that’s something. Dennis is usually in jeans and work shirts. Of course,...
“Hey, Mimi,” she called to her friend who suddenly appeared in the front of the café where Kelly was seated. Mimi had her familiar porcelain tea mug in hand. “Are you and Burt coming out to see some ball games this weekend? Both Steve’s team and our team are playing.” “We’...
Steve asked Kelly as he climbed down from the Rolland Moore Park ball field bleachers. “The works, without onions. Thanks,” Kelly replied from her place mid-bleachers. Megan jumped up from her spot on the bleacher row above Kelly. “Marty, get me one...
It was her favorite place to stretch before setting off on a morning run—when it wasn’t covered with snow. Thanks to the warmer temperatures over the last two days, most of the snow had melted into slushy piles. Since the early morning February sun was fairly weak, those slush piles were ice-cove...
Running his finger through his phone’s directory, he pressed Spencer’s name as he angled away from the mass of congressional staffers heading toward Capitol Hill. He listened to the phone ring three times before being answered. “Good morning, Larry,” Spencer’s deep voice s...
Deb said as she turned onto Seventh Street. I glanced around Karen’s Capitol Hill neighborhood in Southeast Washington. Tidy brick rowhouses lined the street. Not a single parking space to be seen. Parking never changes in Washington. “That’s fine. ...
The canal ran parallel between Georgetown’s main drag, M Street, and the Potomac River only two blocks away. I checked my watch again: 5:35 a.m. Early enough so not many cars drove past me on the bridge. High-rise office buildings and condo apartments lined most of the two blocks between me and t...